I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself.

I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

Why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?

So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.

I want to be everywhere of you.

You can’t do it all the time, but there is no limit to how much you can talk about it.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.

I cannot keep from talking, even at the risk of being instructive.